Thank Me Later
Title: Thank Me Later
Chapter: 1/1
Warning: NC-17
Character: Finn/Santana
Prompt: "Have you ever done this before?." left by nicalyse at the Santana Lopez Drabble Meme.
Word Count: 4,600
Disclaimer: Don't own.
Ever since Rachel shacked up with that Puck guy, Santana's been kind of on her own at parties like this one, and she doesn't care, 'cause it's not like she needs anyone to hold her hand or something stupid. She just knows they'll bail early and when she gets home, they'll still be fucking and she'll have to listen to it, even if she is almost drunk enough to pass out. (She's never drunk enough to actually pass out.)
She's happy for Rachel, obviously, because the girl likes Puck and he rails her like she deserves.
But yeah, she doesn't like being ditched on Friday nights so they can have sex and she can drink stale beer and get ogled by shithead freshmen who think they know the first thing about being with a woman like her. She's only at the party at this dorm because there's nothing else for her to do on a Friday night and she couldn't find her fake ID earlier when she was looking for it.
Brittany took off with some guy a while ago and Santana would be slightly worried, except she sees the girl dancing with the sexy Asian guy, laughing and throwing her head back. Santana sips her beer and goes back to scanning the room again, now that she knows Brittany is fine.
Her eyes settle on this tall dude wearing a pair of dark jeans and a black thermal shirt. He's staring at her, then he flashes a dimple and actually blushes before he looks away. She's not used to that. She's used to being stared at, but not that way. He actually just kind of looked like he thought she was pretty. You know, rather than picturing her naked, which is what she's become accustomed to.
This chick she knows from around walks up to her, totally wasted, and starts talking about how she always has her period when she comes to parties at this residence hall. Santana's pretty sure that's the most epic overshare she's ever heard and really wants to tell the chick to fuck off. Chick has a tongue ring, too, and her name is Crystal. She might as well just get onto the pole now because that's basically where she's headed. Santana would feel bad thinking that, except she knows this chick is a total slut and hooked up with three guys from the lacrosse team in the same night. And not even in a foursome.
When Crystal finally stumbles off to disgust someone else, Santana sees the tall guy looking at her again. This time he keeps his eyes on her and gives her this little smile that makes her think she can probably have him in her bed in two beer and an hour or so. God, she needs to get laid. She drains her cup and keeps her eyes on him for a second while she moves towards the keg. She's basically inviting him to meet her there. She hopes he's not one of those stupid guys who misses that cue.
She isn't really paying attention to anything but refilling her cup, because the guy who was manning the keg is a guy who she knows from living in the dorms last year. He says he has to piss and takes off for the bathroom, tells her not to do anything stupid, whatever that means. She's just topped up her cup when she stands upright and that tall guy is in front of her. He takes the tap from her and she pumps the keg for him.
"Santana," she says. He looks at her for a second, like it takes him a bit to figure out that she's saying her name.
"Finn."
"Freshman?" she asks. She's got a feeling. She hasn't seen him around here before. He nods his head and sips his drink. "What're you taking?"
"I play football."
She doesn't mean to laugh so hard, it's just such a fucking predictable answer. Freshman football players at this school are basically just here to learn the systems, get in shape and pass whatever shitty classes their advisors tell them to be in. She hasn't ever really met one who was all that bright.
Then this Finn kid has to go and say, "I'm doing a lot of business stuff. Like entrepreneurial classes. Accounting. Marketing."
Which only really appeals to her because she's a business major. She's just a sophomore, but usually freshmen just don't know what the fuck is going on at all. It's kind of cool that he has a damn clue.
So she kind of wants to fuck him just because he's different. Well, because she's horny and he's hot and he's different.
But she doesn't want him to think she's a slut, because she's not, so she makes small talk with him and learns that he's from a small town like she is, and that he likes the city way better. He explains that he's a drummer and she wonders if that means he has more rhythm than the guys she usually sleeps with.
Then she asks why he's spending his whole night talking to her (or like, the last 15 minutes, but whatever) and he shrugs his shoulder, sets down his half-empty cup and says, "I wanted to," and all she can think to do is grab his hand and pull him with her out of the common area, then towards the stairwell at the end of the hall.
As soon as the metal door slams behind them, she grabs the front of his shirt and leans back against the wall, pulls him with her. His body presses against hers and he braces his hands above her shoulders. He's kind of smirking at her, which she honestly didn't think he was capable of, and when she arches her hips forward, he pushes his against her so she's flat against the wall and he's as close to her as he can get. She doesn't know why the fuck he's hesitating, but she's sick of it, so she presses her lips against his before she does something stupid like tell him to put his tongue into her mouth.
One of his hands goes to her hip and the other settles on her cheek as they make out in the stairwell. He tries to pull away when someone opens the door a floor or two up and starts coming down the stairs, but she's not letting him get away with that shit. He's a really fucking good kisser and she's nowhere near ready to stop feeling his tongue in her mouth. She feels him push against her more when one of the dudes who passes pats Finn on the back, but she actually likes it and his body is shielding hers anyway.
"Where do you live?" she asks breathlessly, tugging his earlobe with her teeth. She doesn't want there to be any confusion as to what's happening tonight.
"Pennman Hall." He pushes his hand up over her shirt and stops right before he touches boob. "Close."
"Take me there."
He nods against her neck and holds her hand as they go down the stairs. She really doesn't need or want that shit, but she doesn't stop him for some reason. Probably because she's still thinking about kissing him and wondering if he's proportional. She didn't feel enough of him just now to be able to tell one way or the other. The suspense of it might kill her.
The courtyard between the two residence halls is kind of a gong show at this time of night, but she focuses on him and how quickly he's walking and how their fingers aren't woven together, but their palms are pressed against one another.
They take the stairs again once they're inside, which would annoy the fuck out of her, except the crowd of drunk people waiting for the elevator right now is too much for her to deal with. She's half expecting him to press her against the wall again now that they're alone, but he just keeps pulling her up the stairs, and once they get to the fourth floor, she's kind of in a pissy mood about the whole thing. This isn't the kind of exercise she was hoping for.
He finally pushes through the door on the fifth floor and pulls his key from his pocket. She knows this hall has only single rooms, since a lot of athletes and other kids with scholarships live here. It's obvious he lives on a quiet floor.
Not for long.
He closes his door behind them and leans back against it, pulling her by the hips so she's got her back pressed against him. "You're so gorgeous," he says against her ear, hands caressing her hips over her jeans.
And yeah, that's nice, and no, she doesn't hear it from hookups very often, but she's pretty sure he's got the wrong impression on how this is going to work. She's not his girlfriend and she doesn't want to be, and she just wants his dick inside her. Any words he's saying should be strictly filth.
She pulls away from him, grabs the bottom of her shirt and pulls it up over her head. He stares at her tits, which is totally expected. This is like, her magic bra. She's got good tits, so it's not even that it makes them look better, it's just this innocent pink thing with a bow in the middle and guys never expect it, so it's a turn on for them. Whatever.
"Why are you stalling?" she asks after a couple seconds. She's honestly curious, because they could be naked right now and he's just standing there.
"I'm not."
She narrows her eyes a bit. "Take off your clothes, then."
"Isn't that...Don't you wanna just make out for a bit?" He asks it like he's genuinely confused, which is really fucking weird to her. He's probably had to work harder than this for sex, and she'd feel kind of slutty about that, but fuck it. She wants him inside her 10 minutes and five flights of stairs ago.
"No," she answers. She unzips her jeans, but he walks forward and grabs her wrists before she can push them down off her hips. "Fuck. Fine."
She leans up and kisses him hard, drapes one arm around his neck so she's pressed entirely up against him, and licks into his mouth when he opens it for her. She doesn't mind being the one calling the shots, but homeboy could fucking do something to let her know he's not going to completely submit. When he pushes her away from him, she doesn't know what the hell is going on until she's on her back on his bed, and she swears she just got wetter in the last two seconds. He pulls his shirt up over his head and drops it on the floor. He's kind of ripped, but not in a really obvious way. He's a football player, so she expected it, but it's still nice to look at.
"Come here," she says. Yeah, she's going to be calling all the shots, here. He puts his knee on the bed between her legs and she decides she doesn't want him wasting time later. "Pants, too."
"What?"
She laughs at him and he gives her a bashful little smile. "Take your pants off. Kind of the way it works."
"Your pants are on," he notes, smirking as he works the buckle of his belt and stares down at her.
When he pushes his jeans down, she notices (well, again) that he's hard in his boxers and by the looks of it, not exactly small. Thank god. There's nothing worse than picking a guy who ends up having a small dick. Even if he's good with it, it's still a disappointment.
"You're going to take them off me," she tells him.
He reaches down and grabs hold of the material at her hips, pulls them down and takes her panties with them. His hands slide up her thighs. She thinks they're shaking, but she doesn't care. She wants to be shaking. He tries to kiss his way up her stomach to her lips or something, but fuck that. She's wet and she wants to come, so she pushes his shoulders back down as hard as she can and he kind of looks like a deer in the headlights. Then he kisses her hip bone and she parts her legs further and his hand lands heavy on the side of her thigh. He just stares between her legs for a second and he's making her way too hot without doing anything about it, so she pushes her hips towards his face and says his name.
"Wait," he says. She throws her head back. This is honestly not working out like she was hoping it would. "Give me a second."
He sounds kind of vulnerable or something, so she leans up on her elbows and looks at him with her eyes narrowed. He glances at her and even in the mostly-dark room she can see that his cheeks are the slightest bit pink and oh my god, he's totally nervous.
Fuck.
"Have you ever done this before?" she asks.
He pushes himself up on his his hands and kind of glares at her. "I've had sex," he says kind of defensively. "With my ex."
Okay, she didn't ask for his entire fucking life story. She reaches behind her and unhooks her bra when she realizes she's still wearing it, and drops it over the side of the bed.
"You ever go down on her?" She can tell he never did, and shit, this explains so much about tonight. He shakes his head like he's embarrassed or something, which is kind of dumb. She kind of can't believe he's never eaten a girl out, but whatever. She parts her legs a little more and reaches down between them to rub her clit. "Focus on that."
He laughs a bit and brings his hand up, pushes hers away and swipes his thumb over her. "I know that," he says.
Well, at least he's not totally fucking hopeless.
She could just say 'fuck it' and tell him to get a condom and get inside her, but she's a good teacher and she loves getting head even when she has to give direction. And honestly, any college boy should fucking know this stuff. She's doing him a favour and she gets something out of it, too. Everyone wins.
He flattens his tongue against her and moans, his breath coming out hot on her skin. Shit. He's already better than she thought he'd be. She rolls her hips when he doesn't do anything else. He swipes his tongue across her clit, then drags it back down and makes the same noise again.
"Fuck," she breathes out. That noise is so fucking sexy she can't stand it. He hums against her and swirls his tongue around her opening, then licks up towards her clit and flicks it with his tongue. If he hadn't told her, she'd never have guessed he's never done this before. "Like that. Shit, Finn."
He licks a slow line upward and she cants her hips towards his face. "You taste like syrup," he says.
She can't stop the laugh that leaves her throat. He's kind of fucking cute, okay? She sinks her hands into his hair and presses him closer, tells him to keep going. She'd ask where he learned to eat pussy like this, but he's a dude and all dudes watch porn, so that's probably where. And he seems to be pretty good at reading her reactions. Like when he sucks her clit gently and she throws her head back, he does it harder and she moans kind of obscenely. She's like, two seconds from coming on this freshman's tongue and fuck, it's kind of hot that she's his first. She's a little shocked that he hasn't pushed any fingers inside her, but god, he's so good with his mouth that she doesn't even need it.
It's kind of pathetic that what makes her come is the stupid little kiss he gives her clit when he releases it from his lips. Her fingernails scrape against his scalp and her thigh shakes as she calls his name and comes, her whole body tensing. She kind of wishes he'd kept tasting her while she let go, but god, it doesn't matter.
He kisses the inside of her thigh, and when she looks down at him he's licking his lips and just kind of staring at her like he doesn't quite know what to do next. She tells him, "Come here," and he moves up her body, and shit, he's still wearing clothes. She kisses him, drawing his tongue into her mouth so she can taste herself (because she fucking loves it and thinks it's kind of the hottest thing ever, kissing the taste of herself from someone's mouth). Using her feet, she pushes his boxers down off his hips as far as she can, which isn't far enough, frankly.
"It was okay?" he asks. She has to look at his face to see that he's shitting her.
"God, I hope you fuck as well as you lick pussy."
His hand grips her hip hard and he gets off her, kicks off his boxers and grabs a condom. She wonders if he has more. She might care, depending on how well he does this.
He tears the package with his teeth and she wants to tell him you're not supposed to do that, but it looks so hot that she lets it slide. And he is big. Really big. Her mouth kind of waters as she anticipates feeling all of him inside her, and she takes a deep breath when he rolls the condom down and strokes himself a few times. Everything about him is proportional. She wants those hands on her again right now.
When he comes back to the bed, he lays on top of her and she reaches between them and grips his cock in her hand as he kisses her. He bites her lip a bit, accidentally, but she doesn't care. She brings him to her entrance and he pushes into her way more slowly than she wants him to.
"I'm not gonna break," she manages, though, fuck, he's thick and it's at least kind of nice that he realizes that and is being careful. Then he sinks into her all the way and groans against her neck. "Finn!"
"God," he breathes out. His hand palms her hip and he stays still for a second, which is probably a good thing because she feels kind of full. "Tight." He doesn't move and she's kissing along his jaw and he's taking too long to fucking do something. "Okay?"
"Oh, my god. I'm not a virgin," she snaps.
He practically growls and snaps his hips, which makes her gasp and claw at his back.
"Neither am I," he says. He sounds kind of pissed, but whatever. Maybe it'll make the sex hotter.
"Prove it."
Yeah, she's goading him. Whatever. She wants it hard and he's probably never done it like that before. If she's reading him correctly, he's never done this much at all. It doesn't really matter, since he's holding his own and if worse comes to worse, she'll just tell him she wants to be on top so she can fuck him and get herself off that way. But then he pulls out and pushes back into her more roughly than before and fuck, he feels so good. She'd tell him, but she likes this thing where he's trying to prove he doesn't suck. She wants him to work for it. She's fucking him after nothing more than a 15 minute conversation at a lame party, so she figures she's allowed to make it a little hard on him.
His hand comes down on the side of her thigh and it's so close to a spank that it makes her moan. She normally hates that shit, but the fact that he obviously didn't even mean to do it makes it hot. Thinking he just can't fucking control himself is hot.
"Harder," she says, and even she doesn't know if she means his hand or his cock, but either will do. He shifts his hips so her legs are spread wider, then thrusts hard into her and her mouth falls open. Fuck. "Yeah, baby. Again."
He's so, so good at following orders. It's stupid hot. She takes two seconds to think about how much fun that could be to explore, but then he's got her nipple in his mouth as he drives into her and she can't think of anything but getting off.
She can tell he's closer than she is. She's not one of those bitches who makes a big deal about a dude's stamina. As long as she gets off, too, she doesn't care how quick he is.
"God," he says, pulling out slowly. He traces her bottom lip with his tongue, coaxing hers out. He moans into her mouth when he thrusts into her again. "Fuck."
It's the dirtiest word he's said all night, and it'd make her laugh if he wasn't pressing her thighs apart, snapping his hips. He's going to come any second, so she reaches down and rubs her clit with her fingers. She half expects him to push her hand away - most guys would - but he just watches her, and she has to stop watching him, because the look on his face is way too sexy. He looks like he's possessed by the need to get off, and she knows that feeling all too well. He leans over her again, slows his strokes and makes her whine against his mouth.
"Close?" he asks. She nods and he grinds down against her, pinning her hand between their bodies until he moves again. "I'm gonna come."
She nods her head because she doesn't like the way he sounds, like he might be ashamed or something, and he presses into her twice more before she feels him let go inside her. He fucks her through his orgasm and bites at the underside of her jaw as he says her name, and she pinches her clit between her fingers and comes hard around his cock, throws her head back and groans out her release with her eyes closed.
Maybe it lasted less than four minutes, but shit, it was worth it. He lays on top of her for a minute and she tries not to feel completely overheated and breathless with him there, soft inside her and just as sweaty as she is.
"Good?" he asks. He's seeking some kind of validation, like the two orgasms he gave her weren't enough of a vote of confidence. She nods her head and kisses him, slow and dirty, and lays there on his bed with her legs spread even after he's pulled out and tied off the condom. "That was awesome."
She laughs at him and she's thirsty as fuck and kind of cold with this sweat drying on her skin and him not on top of her anymore. He flops onto his back on the bed and it's kind of weird now. She hates this part. It's like they're both trying to figure out if she's going to stay or leave, and if she does stay, if they'll do it again. Honestly, she wouldn't mind having his cock in her mouth, but she's sure as hell not going to tell him that. She's pretty tired and it's getting late, so she needs to either get dressed and call a cab to her apartment, or spend the night and have this kid thinking she wants this to be a thing.
"How many times have you had sex?" she finds herself asking, more out of curiosity than anything.
His face is kind of hard to read when he looks at her. "I dunno."
He totally knows, he just doesn't want to say. She assumes the number is low and that's why.
She slings her leg over his hips and leans down to kiss him, her hands on his cheeks. "You did good, freshman."
He laughs a little and tries to put his hands on her hips, and yeah, he totally thinks she's staying for round two, but she's not. She gets up and when her feet are on the floor, she steps on her bra. She grabs it and fastens it in place, then pulls her panties up her legs and finishes getting dressed, pretends she can't feel his eyes on her as she does so.
"Wait," he says, leaning up on his elbows when she goes to leave. Shit, yeah. Maybe she shouldn't just open the door when he's laying there completely naked. "Don't you want to give me your number?"
She laughs a little, shakes her head at how clueless he is (and god, she's glad he's clueless now and not when he was inside her). "Maybe you'll see me around or something."
He scowls a bit. "You can't just go," he says, voice all pissy.
"You've never had a one night stand," she tells him. She knows it's a fact, so she states it like one. "This is how it works."
"Stay until morning."
She shakes her head again. "It's not the walk of shame if I go home now." That might be bullshit. She doesn't care. "Thanks for the sex, Finn."
Puck and Rachel are still going at it when she gets home, but it's not as annoying tonight because she got her own. She uses the bathroom, then climbs into bed naked and turns on her iPod. When she wakes up in the morning with a throb between her legs, she's thinking of the stupid freshman and gets herself off remembering last night.
She gives him his first blowjob two weeks later when she runs into him at another party and brings him home with her because she kind of can't stop thinking about him, okay?
The last thing she says before she sinks to her knees is, "Your girlfriend was a bitch," and then his hands are in her hair and he's saying, "Yes," over and over again.